Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

One after another, voices of utmost loyalty rang out.

"Take me to see what's going on." A calm voice came from Bai Yifei's mouth.

Afterwards, led by Mo Ya and others, he went to see Ji Wuye's corpse.

Upon seeing the black, poisonous blood on his corpse, they immediately knew that Ji Wuye had drunk his poisoned wine.

I never expected that Ji Wuye would be so incompetent.

He was killed by Ji Yihu.

Ji Yihu also surprised him somewhat; that self-important playboy actually had such courage and ability.

After seeing Ji Wuye, he went to see Ji Yihu.

At this moment, Ji Yihu was still in a daze.

Bai Yifei glanced at Ji Yihu, then suddenly made a move, channeling his inner force into Ji Yihu's body.

In a short while, Ji Yihu slowly woke up.

His last thoughts lingered on the moment that person fell.

Ji Wuye is dead!

His father is dead!

He killed him...

He suddenly woke up and saw his teacher standing in front of him.

"teacher!"

At this moment, Ji Yihu stopped hiding and addressed the other person by name.

“Ji Yihu, the Great General is still your father. What kind of grudge do you have against him? Why did you try to murder the Great General?” A sigh came from Bai Yifei’s mouth, clearly intending to condemn Ji Yihu for patricide.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yihu's expression changed drastically.

I never expected my teacher to say something like that.

Immediately, he thought of that jar of wine.

If it weren't for that jar of wine, that person wouldn't have been poisoned, and the conflict between us wouldn't have erupted.

There was nothing more to it.

Ji Yihu was self-important, but not entirely stupid.

He immediately understood the reason.

"It's you!"

"You poisoned the wine!"

"Then he tricked me into drinking it!"

"You poisoned him and then tried to frame me!"

Ji Yihu spoke repeatedly, revealing the truth he had guessed. He looked at Bai Yifei again, but there was no longer any respect for his teacher; only endless resentment remained.

"Ji Yihu, what nonsense are you spouting!" Bai Yifei's voice was icy cold.

"I saw that you and your father had many conflicts, so I kindly tried to mediate between you. I even advised you to come back and apologize to your father. But I never expected that you would harbor resentment towards him, poison his wine, and then even kill your own family member with a sword!"

"General, I died by your sword; everyone saw it!"

"You sinner who murdered your own family, what right do you have to criticize me?"

Bai Yifei's eyes were icy cold, and with just a few words, he had already turned black and white upside down.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yihu immediately began to berate Bai Yifei.

However, Bai Yifei's expression remained unchanged.

He simply instructed the person next to him, "Keep a close watch on him."

"The Grand General is no ordinary person. This man murdered the Grand General and must await the King's judgment!"

"Yes!" All the guards from the general's mansion responded in unison.

They obeyed Bai Yifei's every word, and regarded Ji Yihu's words as mere slander against Xueyi Hou; they did not take them seriously.

Chapter 129 The Situation Changing Three Times in a Day

This was a long night that kept half the people of Xinzheng City awake at night.

The cold wind howled past, carrying away the remaining clouds, but the news of Ji Wuye's death was even more chilling than the winter wind, like a thunderclap in the dark night sky, making the entire country of Korea tremble slightly.

The sleeping officials, generals, and gentry were either awakened by the hurried footsteps in their residences or by the faint whispers outside their windows.

When the words "Ji Wuye is dead" reached their ears, everyone's sleepiness vanished instantly, leaving only shock and unease.

The already turbulent situation in South Korea has now descended into unprecedented chaos.

If South Korea was walking on thin ice before, then the death of Ji Wuye shattered that thin ice completely, plunging the entire country into a deeper and more dangerous vortex.

The military and political balance was disrupted, various forces were eager to make their moves, rumors spread like wildfire in the streets and alleys, and even the air was filled with restlessness and panic.

The vermilion gates of Zilan Pavilion remained wide open all night, and the candlelight in the lanterns flickered in the wind, casting a scorching light on the stone steps in front of the gate.

Zi Nu, dressed in purple, moved through the pavilion with her brows furrowed. She had used all her hidden informants and intelligence networks, and even risked exposing several long-established spies, all in order to uncover the truth behind the massacre at the General's Mansion as soon as possible.

However, before she could even piece together the information, an unexpected message arrived.

"Nongyu...is back?"

Zi Nu immediately stood up, her skirt brushing against the teacups on the table, ignoring the crisp clinking sound, and hurriedly rushed towards the back hall of Zi Lan Xuan.

Hidden deep within the back hall is a secret door, known only to the core members of Zilan Pavilion.

The moment the hidden door opened, a slender figure rushed out, exuding coldness and exhaustion.

"Sister Zi Nu!" Nong Yu's voice was excited, her eyes reddened, and she gripped Zi Nu's sleeves tightly with both hands, as if she were grasping a lifeline.

Zi Nu felt a weight lifted from her heart, only to be filled with new worries.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Nongyu's back, feeling the girl's slightly trembling body, and asked softly, "What exactly happened at the General's Mansion? It's so good that you're back safely."

When she learned of the incident at the General's Mansion, her biggest worry was Nongyu, who was caught in the eye of the storm.

That place was a den of dragons and tigers; a slight misstep could have cost one's life. Unexpectedly, Nongyu managed to escape unscathed.

“Ji Wuye is dead.” Nongyu took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, and said succinctly, “Now Bai Yifei has completely taken control of the General’s Mansion, and all the guards in the mansion are under his command.”

"!!!"

Zi Nu's gaze suddenly froze, and the force of her fingertips unconsciously increased.

Although this matter shocked her, upon reflection it was not unacceptable. Bai Yifei was the second most important figure in Nightfall, and as the leader of the Four Fiends, his position in the Korean army was second only to Ji Wuye.

With Ji Wuye dead, it was only natural for him to take over the power of the General's Mansion.

To Zi Nu's surprise, all of this happened so quickly, as if someone had already set up the trap, waiting for Ji Wuye to fall so they could immediately close the net.

"How did you leave the General's Mansion?" Zi Nu changed the subject and asked the most crucial question.

The General's Mansion must be heavily guarded now. Bai Yifei is ruthless. How can Nongyu, a weak woman, escape from such a dangerous place?

Nongyu raised her head, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It was Mr. Xu Qing who rescued me from the General's Mansion."

……

The cold night finally dissipated as the sky began to lighten, but the turmoil caused by Ji Wuye's death showed no signs of abating.

This incident also brought together the members of the Quicksand gang, who had not gathered for a long time, for a rare reunion.

The reunion took place not in the crowded and noisy Zilan Pavilion, but in a secluded courtyard in Xinzheng City.

This villa originally belonged to a wealthy merchant, but it was bought by a mysterious person several years ago. The buyer was none other than Zi Nu.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows; she had been preparing for many years and had already made a secret place for herself to stay in the quicksand.

"I'm sure you're all aware of what happened last night." Zi Nu looked at Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, and Zhang Liang in front of her, her voice calm but carrying a hint of barely perceptible gravity.

The three nodded in unison. They had come at the first opportunity to discuss how to deal with the increasingly chaotic situation.

Zhang Liang spoke first, his tone cautious: "I learned from my grandfather that the official statement was that Ji Wuye and his son Ji Yihu had a fierce falling out, and Ji Yihu ultimately killed his father, which caused the turmoil last night."

"Ji Yihu can kill Ji Wuye? That's laughable." Wei Zhuang's lips curled into a cold, sarcastic smile.

He had no interest in the reasons for the falling out between father and son, only knowing that Ji Yihu was absolutely incapable of killing Ji Wuye.

He once followed Han Fei into the general's mansion and faced Ji Wuye directly; the sense of oppression he felt at close range was no exaggeration.

The title of the strongest warrior in South Korea in the past century was earned through strength, and it cannot be shaken by a playboy like Ji Yihu.

“Under normal circumstances, Ji Yihu would not have been able to kill Ji Wuye,” Zhang Liang added, “but he poisoned Ji Wuye.”

After daybreak, Ji Wuye's death was no longer a family matter, but a national affair concerning the fate of the state of Han.

King Han did not hand the case over to Han Fei, the Minister of Justice, for Han Fei had a deep-seated grudge against Ji Wuye and had repeatedly collected evidence of his crimes. If Han Fei were to interrogate him, he would inevitably be suspected of exonerating Ji Yihu.

Therefore, Han Yu personally took over the case.

Although Zhang Kaidi had previously been neglected by Han Yu and suppressed by Ji Wuye, he was still nominally the Prime Minister of Han and a veteran official of three dynasties, and was therefore qualified to know the hidden details of the case.

Han Fei, as the Minister of Justice, already knew these inside details, but he did not speak first; instead, Zhang Liang explained them on his behalf.

“If it’s poisoned wine, it could explain Ji Wuye’s death,” Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the Shark Tooth sword.

No matter how skilled one is in martial arts, it is difficult to guard against being plotted against by those around them. Poison has always been a deadly weapon that can kill invisibly.

Ji Wuye may have been extremely cautious of his enemies, but he never guarded against his own son, which led to his fatal downfall.

"How is Miss Nongyu?" After hearing what Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang said, Han Fei turned to Zi Nu with concern.

Previously, he had guessed that his father might have been murdered by Ji Wuye. Later, Ji Yihu visited Zilan Pavilion by chance, which, although unexpected, allowed Nongyu to enter the General's Mansion to investigate.

Now that things have changed at the General's Mansion, what is Nongyu's situation? Has any useful information been sent back?

“Nongyu has already left the General’s Mansion.” Zi Nu’s words surprised all three of them.

Previously, Nongyu had appeared at the General's Mansion many times, and many of Ji Wuye's subordinates had seen her. However, Zilan Pavilion had been under the surveillance of the Nightfall recently, and to prevent any accidents, Zinu did not bring Nongyu here, so the others were unaware of this matter.

"How did she get out?" Han Fei asked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.